Word of the Day Challenge #59-Untitled Poem

Eyes meet across the room
sizzling sparks
air in between
fragrant with desire
as all move out of their way.
Panther like grace
he stalks his pray
delicate gazelle
strength hidden in plain sight.
Music fades to whispers
everyone
everything
background in a movie
blurred in their vision
only seeing each one.
Within her he finds his core.
Within him she finds her safety.
Extended hand
bend over
slightest graze of lip
hint of breath on skin
burns through
shudder at welling heat
staring into each other.
His hand slides down her hip
gathers her close
her hand around his neck
looking into his eyes
nothing else matters.
Slow
sensual
their movements around the room
felt
sizzling
electric
stunned are those who watch.
Music ends
reality returns
their eyes locked
seeing nothing
hearing nothing
not wanting the fantasy to end.
©Sept. 11/19
Picture via Pinterest
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Brazen Beauty

A million dresses
thousands of shoes
lost in a revelry of pride
floating along
paid by the hour
ever man her sign.
A beauty of yesteryear
lost in the illusion
grand
elegant
graceful
dancing with each who asks
pleasure alive on her face.
As a child she had been taunted
belittled
scorned
for the way that she looked.
Kids can be cruel
words can cut so deep
scars left
that no one can see
but are still felt.
brazen beauty
gliding amongst the throng
her place firmly set
by the generous curves
of her body
the sharp intelligence of her mind
and crooked wit to sting them all.
Oct. 7/18
Photo by Hernan Sanchez on Unsplash

Princess

It was a magical dress
burgandy
fitted
flared
made me feel like a million bucks.
When I entered the room
thought
omg this is how Cinderella felt
as everyone stared at me.
I am not the prettiest girl.
I am not the smallest girl.
Today though
with make up and hair
professionally done
I look stunning.
My date
he arrived
eyes popping out of his head.
That was all
the best compliment
I need nothing more
for tonight
I am a princess.
Sept. 29/18
Photo by Javier Reyes on Unsplash

Let Us Sin

Music swells
bodies move on the street
colorful floats
women dressed in diamante
hips moving
swaying
siren’s call to sin.
Strangers becoming friends
lovers
dancing
grinding
time for all to have fun.
a week of desires
fun
wilding
before the beginning of lent.
Pious
in faith
in dress
kneeling before the priest
confessing
smiling in secret
knowing that the dance will begin again.
Sept. 22/18

Dark Dancer

Words dance

flit across my subconsciousness

as I wait….

wait for the one

he who haunts my dreams.

Stranger

desire

pull me in for a dance

amongst the stars.

Silken strands

wrap around

drawing me in

a tango of two

melting my fears.

Bells clanging

scattering my thoughts

you begin to walk away

fading

swallowed by the ether.

This dream

evanescent

makes me want to weep

as daylight

creeps across the floor

pulling me awake.

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

 

 

 

Slow Waltz

Crimson streaks
splashed across the mirrors
pulsing
flashing
calling to arms
the dead and waiting.
Overdoses and murders
suicides and rapes
we await
we dream
of a time when we shall reap.
Moving through crowds of uncaring
stalking through shadows
staining the souls
of those without.
Copper hued threads
spattered
unseen
mark you as my tormentor.
I screamed
I fought
I lost to you
the reality of this world.
I creep along the blackest alleys
toiling on hands and knees
peering feral
waiting to appease.
My hunger.
Your pleasure.
My malevolence.
Your desire.
Twined….
Unparted….
locked forever
in a slow waltz
through the halls of hell.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

The Devil Dances

**Picture found on Internet**
Once it was written in the stars
that as the truth appeared
slithering snakes
would begin to shed their skins
and attempt to destroy it all.
We hail the great white chief
pandering to his lack of brains
listening with blood lust
to his tales of war to come
when the world shall be revamped
in the image he foresees.
There is no hope.
There is no love.
We have come to be
in this terrible time
all because
the 1% grasped with fingers fat
draining the bank
and taxing the poor.
Wait though
that is not the only truth
not all want to destroy.
If you look over there
see the huddled masses
wanting nothing more than to find peace.
Peace in all lands
peace to engage
in conversations and love affairs
without worry that death will come calling.
He rides the pale horse
scythe in hand
reaping the souls of innocents.
Laughter rings out
the world afire
no time
no way back.
And the devil capers in delight
as destruction reigns down
in a blazing light.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen